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Back when I was still teaching, Friday nights were my little reward. I’d come home, kick off my shoes, and make a mess in the

A few summers back, I ended up at a neighborhood block party I hadn’t even planned to attend. I’d baked a peach cobbler for my

I met a couple in their late seventies at a flea market in a small Oregon town. We were all hovering near the spice stall,

A few years ago, I was visiting a friend in Sicily during one of those slow Septembers when the heat finally starts to let up.

We were halfway through a road trip to see my daughter’s family in Tennessee when the rain started. Hard, relentless sheets pounded the windshield, and